(NOTE: I'm putting this on hold until I finish creating the whole story)What is power? Well, what is air? What is a mountain?Maybe is the death of the second sun, and the wars that ravage the Empire. Maybe it's the cries of the children, or the towns burning to the ground, and the tolls of the iron bells. For the Emperor all sees, and of all is capable, but is dying, and instead of him two children were born; one in the plains of Urq-Uham, where the worlds end, dying of hunger and unknown to all people, and the second in a putrid stable of Ankhara, bastard son of a prostitute and a noble, livid and demented and predestined to the greatest places.What is power? Power is the Law that the Altai wielded, and the Giants they created eons ago, rotting like corpses of mountains, and the violet eyes with which all their descendants gaze the world, and the future.---------------------------------------------------------------------------This is a little personal project I have. It's, naturally, a fantasy story. It answers the question of what would someone do with enormous power, what would they become? What would they really feel?I'm sorry it isn't a really fast-paced story filled with action. It's more than anything a naturalistic picture of the life of these chosen, and their tribes. Their sorrows and their thoughts. The passage of the time, the inevitability of death.The Altai are (in this book), a combination of Semitic-Mongolian-Incan tribes, and so, the book is filled with Mongolic, Abrahamic and Quechua words; Unai, for example, is a Quechua name for a girl, while Manjari is a pretty common Indian name. The tents, called 'gers', are traditional mongolian light houses for the nomadic tribes of Mongolia.